To flow from my brain right through my heart,
Is all that's left to shape the things as they are,
Because all else aren't.
And though the way out doesn't seem obvious,
Things will work out, as they always have,
And not even my belief that belief undermines events,
Will undermine my ultimate repeating of the past.
Defeat's not an option, even if I lose,
My stance must ensure that immediately,
Another road of unbelievable riches,
Is opened up to me.
And it's alright,
If I am bruised, but not if I don't win,
That might have been acceptable in the past,
But now I must think of my future generations.
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